Forty-five minutes into the meeting, I was begging under my breath to be set free.
Monthly Archives: January 2020
I’m beginning to see clearly – with a bit of “2020 vision” – some things that were not at all obvious to me in 1975.
The bowling balls were bouncing a bit at Harvest Lanes yesterday.
Bouncing…or thunking: take your pick. But certainly not rolling, not in any sense that an experienced kegler could appreciate.